The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Like A Cat

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Give him back his sweater that poor fellow has only
orchestrated symphonies into the poisioned ant hills.
You have tried.
I’m afraid.
don’t let it hurt.
I shouldn’t stay.
show your cards.
now I want out.
stain the tub.
clow the streak.
cock the wheel.
push it deep.
fallen shade drowsy.
left me hopeless.
carve my head.
great disguise.
took a breath.
gave it back.
early-aged self pitying misfit.
experience coincidence quality menstrauation.
it makes more sense to speak nonsense
What is it like to scatter argons all over a deeply pasteurized land?
Just like a cat with a mouse it masturbated it violates, Sadistic dresser.
Maybe it’s the ability to choose that makes a wounded player take to the field
and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter.
Farewell to the oldsmobile acknowledge the new models.
Set me back in my old sweater for an hour or two.
I can otain satisfaction mulitating ones humilitating me.
You have tried.
I’m afraid.
don’t let it hurt.
I shouldn’t stay.
show your cards.
now I want out.
stain the tub.
clot the streak.
cock the wheel.
push it deep.
fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless.
carve my head.
great disguise.
took a breath.
gave it back.
early-aged self pitying misfit.
What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can’t fall
asleep in it?